I graduated college six years ago this month. The thing I miss about art school is honest critique from my piers. My time at the Savannah College of Art Design taught me that you can never see your painting as others do. Honest critique is pivotal for the growth of an artist.

As time goes by, I make more connections within the art world. In this grown up art world, constructive criticism is frowned upon. This is something I often forget. My biggest social blunders come from discussing a painting with its creator. I mean no harm with my comments. Just the opposite, a painting that demands critique is a painting I adore. College taught me that the only improvement comes from understanding weakness. How am I supposed to improve if everyone is too afraid to offend by speaking the truth? Feedback is something I crave, so it is something I give freely. One day, I will meet an artist who will crit my work freely. In return I will give the helpful criticism SCAD taught me to dish out. Until then, I should learn to shut my big, fat mouth.